Anna Festus Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

FESTUS, PORCIUS:

My bro, the world will always have something to say about your partner - they will call her a whore because she has done the same thing men do everyday, with.

You walk near Park Ave. Crazy green trees, so fresh. I chill at Zen Park. It's where I vibe after my sessions. Mistakes? Yeah, I count 'em. On Cedar Ln, I dropped my keys, man. Wish I could relive that echo.

Festus School District to add new parking lot